Peter Parker x Reader

Like I do(Parts 4, 5, & 6)

A/N- All credit goes to the peterrrparkour writer on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You've finally chosen the good side, where you're treated right, but you don't matter to the 'Everests' iykyk(prom pact)

Warnings- Bullying.

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You slammed your lunch tray down to Peter's table with a loud clang, his friends turned to see what was bothering you. You were taken aback by this, none of your old friends used to care if you were upset. Peter raised an eyebrow at you and supportively wrapped an arm around your waist, and you rested your head on his shoulder to get closer to him.

"They won't even speak to me, or look at me! It's like I don't even exist to them! I'm probably going to have to quit cheerleading now," you exclaimed, letting all your pent-up annoyances out in the open. Michelle was the first to respond.

"It's because in their eyes we don't exist," she clarified, then shifted her focus back to her latest complex book within her grasp. Peter and Ned turned back to face you and they both nodded in agreement at her statement. You sighed in defeat and picked up your fork only to mash the disgusting cafeteria food into one messy blob on your tray.

"You know, maybe you could join Academic Decathlon instead of cheerleading! You're a genius and could really help us out!" Peter suggested, quickly falling in love with his idea as was the rest of the table. Even Michelle peaked interest at this, considering she was the team captain. You blushed at his far-fetched compliment, and took his idea to heart.

"I mean, if it's okay with you guys..." you flushed, inwardly thrilled to spend more time with Peter. Their heads bobbed up and down and for a brief moment your day seemed to be turning around for the better.

"Y/N!" Ned shouted, sending adrenaline through your veins at his sudden outburst. You were about to ask what was the matter, but it was too late for that. You could sense somebody standing behind you and before you could turn around, a cool liquid dripped from your hair onto the table. Jaws dropped all around you like dominoes, and you moved to stand and face whomever poured the milk on you, but Peter held you back. Luke bent over to murmur into your ear, sending chills through you.

"We're just getting started," he sneered and your face reddened in anger. Peter couldn't hold you back any longer, you whipped around and grabbed Luke by his collar and shoved him a few feet backward with as much force as you could muster. At first, you thought he would come back at you, but judging by the look on his face, he deemed himself the winner already. Luke brushed himself off and winked at you before making his way back to his table. You sat back down, fuming in rage, not just at Luke but with your friends as well.

"What the hell, guys? You're just gonna let him get away with that? I expected more, especially from you, Peter," you expressed your concerns heatedly. Peter deflected your stares, and fiddled with the food on his tray, ashamed.

"Fighting back only makes it worse, Y/N," he tried to reason with you, but you didn't listen.

"What? What? That makes no sense, Peter, you're Spiderman! How can you take on the Vulture but cower behind your other identity when bullies like Luke freely do whatever they want?" you stormily whispered, so others wouldn't pick up on his secret. Peter simply sighed and buried his face in his hands, still not making eye contact with you, which drove you insane. You pulled his hands apart so he had no choice but to look you in the eyes.

"You don't get it, okay? You're never going to get it!" he snapped, drawing in the attention of a few others at nearby tables. You stared at him in awe; you knew you weren't anything close to a superhero, but if you were you definitely wouldn't stand idly by while your friends got bullied. He had obviously said his true feelings, and the milk in your hair was growing sticky, so you picked up your tray in a huff and made an incensed exit, leaving Peter behind.